“Ah huh, but I need to get packed. Hold on.” I pick up my pinging cell phone and give a thumbs up to Dr. Ned who says he’ll meet me at the airport.
“Vacation?” Jack catches my message and I wonder if it looks like I’m seeing someone else.
I don’t want him to think I’m a two-timer, so quickly add, “I’m going to Utah.” Suddenly, I’m sorry I let that slip so try to cover. “To see my birth mother.”
“Now that sounds mysterious. Care to elaborate?”
“It might ruin my allure.” I glance at him through lowered lids, amazed I’m able to flirt so easily with this man.
“No. You got it all wrong. I’m supposed to be full of secrets. You should be asking honest and open questions and I’m supposed to do the same. I should listen, be attentive, and tell you how beautiful you are.”
I blush. “Not really.”
He puts a thumb under my chin and pulls me into a doorway. “Doc. Really? You are stunningly gorgeous.” He moves his gaze to my lips and I lean in.
When his lips brush against mine my heart hammers in my chest and I can’t breathe. The lady-lips between my legs shout out for joy and my pelvis arches into his growing want.
My eyes shoot open and get caught in his dark passion. Even so, his kiss stays soft, his index finger at my cheek,
My hand shoots to the stubble of his short beard and we stare for the longest time. I know we’re both thinking sex but then what?
I kiss him back with the same intensity. He needs to know my feelings are mutual but I have an early flight. “I really should go.”
“Right.” Tilting his head, he takes a step back. “To mysterious Utah.”
Do I see disappointment there?
Damn, I don’t want him to think I’m giving him the brushoff. “It’s really not so mysterious. I’m doing a documentary.”
“I didn’t picture you as an advocate of sister-wives.” He chuckles.
“I’m not.”Shit.
My acerbic tone gives too much away and his eyes widen. “Wait. Don’t tell me you’re going to Utah to do ananti-Mormon documentary?”
“Something like that.” I don’t meet his angry gaze, instead raise my hand to call a cab.
He pushes it down real fast. “Did the crew hire someone to protect you?”
I open my purse and show him my registered Glock. “I am fully qualified to take care of myself.”
He rolls his eyes. “Right. You could be dead by the time you open your purse or worse.”
“You make it sound like I’m going into a war zone. I’m just going to stand outside my mother’s compound and say a few words.” Stepping away from him, I cross my arms, the whole romance of the evening ruined.
His mouth opens as if to say something, then looks as if a light bulb goes off inside his head. “You have family inside a cult?”
“Yeah.”
“And you’re hoping to go inside?”
“Maybe I’ll be able to get word to my mother I’m still alive.” In truth, I’m hoping to break the whole cult apart and send the leaders straight to hell. I raise my hand again for the cab, “See you when I get back?”
“I’ll see you before you know it.” He kisses me hard on the mouth and grins.
Now what did he mean by that?
